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He is the Singing God , the Singularity of Numbers . His fortress is my stronghold and His beautiful visage is the Horn and Shield that makes my enemies to shake and tremble in fear . ☆ He drives them to the sea and casts them down in silence , bound with silken cords of regret , then tormented by cherubs and seraphim and glowing purple orbs , while for me a great banquet is laid out . ☆ In forgotten pyramids on the Mountains of the Moon , they heard the Earth tremble as He brought forth fire from His mouth and consumed the Unclean in a deluge of despair . ☆ The valleys of their deceit lay exposed and the temple of their lies became a sodden field devoid of all human warmth . Putrid wasteland of misery , a mansion blown over with flies . ☆ As for Jehovah my God , he is flawless and perfect . He is Alpha and Omega . He raises me to the highest of mountains and guides my hunter's Moon on the path of His righteousness . ☆ Only oblivion awaits the profane who put darkness for transcendence and hope , while base untruth and lies still issue forth from that archangel of sadness bound in chains at the bottom of the pit . ☆ The wrath of Jehovah or the beauty of righteous violence . Seven star sisters were saved . Delivered , they pronounced holy judgement and down into a valley walled of black sheer towering onyx those afflicted souls were cast . ☆ The Keeper of the Mysteries , the Black Madonna and the first crowned queen of Egypt , now tred the temple path in paradise , where lion lies down with the Lamb and all expression is as the mind of my god .
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Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 8:40 AM UTC
The Celestial Warehouse
He is the Singing God , the Singularity of Numbers . His fortress is my stronghold and His beautiful visage is the Horn and Shield that makes my enemies to shake and tremble in fear . ☆ He drives them to the sea and casts them down in silence , bound with silken cords of regret , then tormented by cherubs and seraphim and glowing purple orbs , while for me a great banquet is laid out . ☆ In forgotten pyramids on the Mountains of the Moon , they heard the Earth tremble as He brought forth fire from His mouth and consumed the Unclean in a deluge of despair . ☆ The valleys of their deceit lay exposed and the temple of their lies became a sodden field devoid of all human warmth . Putrid wasteland of misery , a mansion blown over with flies . ☆ As for Jehovah my God , he is flawless and perfect . He is Alpha and Omega . He raises me to the highest of mountains and guides my hunter's Moon on the path of His righteousness . ☆ Only oblivion awaits the profane who put darkness for transcendence and hope , while base untruth and lies still issue forth from that archangel of sadness bound in chains at the bottom of the pit . ☆ The wrath of Jehovah or the beauty of righteous violence . Seven star sisters were saved . Delivered , they pronounced holy judgement and down into a valley walled of black sheer towering onyx those afflicted souls were cast . ☆ The Keeper of the Mysteries , the Black Madonna and the first crowned queen of Egypt , now tred the temple path in paradise , where lion lies down with the Lamb and all expression is as the mind of my god .
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Sydney Australia
Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 8:40 AM UTC
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